Ashley Freund, not Ashlyn, 1 of 2

"He said killed, right, and Terry got turned into a human speedbump, and that definitely ain't a normal cross-country scenic panorama... are, are we dead, is this some kind of midnight train to the end of the line, cause I'm not ready to go, like I know you'd expect someone like me to be all 'Allahu Akbar' but I'm not really in touch with all that, and I really doubt we're going to pick up a bunch of virgins on the way." Omar lamented as Kat slowly came to her senses.

"Hey, can you keep it down, I've got a splitting headache, and... oh shit, you're that girl... uhmm, Terry, right, Terry Chaney, you got hit by a bus. I was on it, you ran me late for a meeting, but I guess I should thank you, I would've died if I went." Kat said, fiddling with her suit pocket.

At her words, Terry seemed to break into a new wave of shaking whimpers, which only seemed to annoy Kat as she shoved her lapel down.

"Jesus, can you pull yourself together, I'd give you a Xanex but whoever brought me here took my stuff, my cigarettes, my lighter, my pills." Kat complained as she wrung her wrists, idlily scratching at the skin, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Hey, give her a break, I'm pretty sure she just figured that she died, and-" Whatever Omar was about to say was cut short by Kat's look.

"Yeah, no shit, I was there, the bus I was on hit her, I doubt she felt a thing, which given some of the stuff I've seen in the past 24 hours, is way better than getting decapitated by an elevator. I'm pretty sure we're dead too, but you don't see us falling apart, at least if you're going to die, it's over before you know it. Besides, I'm not exactly a devout believer in whatever comes after ****, but this ain't Hell, and it sure isn't Heaven!" Kat griped, bouncing her leg.

"Tell me about it." The angel added with a smile with too many teeth.

As if tempting fate, the scenery outside the windows changed to a roiling sea of fire, all three occupants let out varying screams of terror, especially as the angel reached for the door.

"I think we've reached our next locale. Tell me, how would you like your girls, still tender, pink in the middle, or smoking hot?"

Before he'd even finished, the door swung open again, another blonde teenager falling on the floor, her skin a worrying shade of red.